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cash carter - rain lyrics

verse 1:
the lord got me paying my dues, playing the hand i was dealt
tried to follow the rules and do it myself
i admit i tried to stop, and do it legit
a 9 to 5 i had to crop, it wasn’t paying me sh-t
i’m going back slanging on the block
i don’t know whats more dangerous my mind or my glock
feel like i’m out of time tick tock
little man got to eat so my hustle can’t stop
h-ll no i ain’t a faker naw i chase paper
the hoes love dough they know i’m a bread maker
selling work for success every day i envision
owe my son the f-cking world cuz he ain’t have a decision
to be here

verse 2:
when i pray every night i start to get to confessing
mind so gone lord knows that i’m stressing
i’m in a situation call it a bad position
can’t reach my destination got to make a transition
it means i need help or i’m a still an k!ll
got a criminal mind set that the streets instilled
see a n-gga try to shine trying to make an impression
well i’m a rob his b-tch -ss that i’ll teach em a lesson
don’t bring meat around the wolves unless you want that pressure
cut a n-gga for his cheese yes i want that cheddar
now let me write this note
i’m on the top side to side in the middle i quote
i will never ever switch i’m on my way from to rags to the rich
i could see the sunshine but i’m walking through rain
if my n-ggas don’t make it then i’m a take the blame
i’m out chea

verse 3:
enough of this sh-t man i’m back on my grizzy
a n-gga got a problem give his -ss a buck 50
make em an example for ones who want to get me
city of god a.m.g them boys gritty
welcome to my city where them goons is vicious
you get hit by a slug and you turning religious
we don’t talk to police no we don’t f-ck with them snitches
and we don’t wife these hoes at all cuz they all is b-tches
i’m making money with the crooks i tried to go by the book
if theirs a n-gga in these streets with no money he shook
while you waiting on the light i’m making moves in the rain
i got my mind set no pain no gain
i give it all for my team got some money plans steady cooking up a scheme
my son is who i die for
my son is who i’m alive for

- cash carter lyrics

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